Within the training ground of the Pocket World Blessed Land, the air was torn apart by fierce explosions of Qi.
Chu Kuanglan’s bronze body was like a siege hamr; each step caused the ground to tremble slightly, and his fist wind howled, carrying the force of splitting mountains and stones, clashing fiercely with Lu Jiuyuan’s cunningly swift blade light.
Wei Banng stood coldly watching the battle from the side.
The Profound Qilin Double Blades occasionally unsheathed, with precise Ice Blue Blade Qi slicing into the fray, feeding techniques to both participants.
In another corner of the field, a completely different scene unfolded.
Fang Qingyu did not use any Qi Blood, Qi Force, nor did he invoke True Intent or employ his inhuman Physique Power. He practiced the Nine Prisons Break Extre fist set slowly and attentively with the most ordinary physical posture.
The movents seed simple, even sowhat clumsy, like a beginner fumbling to exert force.
But if a keen observer looked closely, they would discover that every twist of the waist, shoulder thrust, and sinking of the hip involved in Fang Qingyu’s movents contained a rhythm of returning to simplicity.
The trajectory of his seemingly slow fists.
As they moved through the air, they faintly stirred a weak but coherent Qi cyclone, as though even the air itself had beco an object for refining Fist Intent.
"God Fang, you’re still... going in there?"
Chu Kuanglan forced back Lu Jiuyuan with a punch, wiped sweat from his brow, and asked in a muffled voice, his eyes full of confusion.
In his view, Fang Qingyu had already beco a Grandmaster, so what was he doing entering and exiting the "Abyss?"
He should be consolidating his realm, preparing for the upcoming quota battle.
Fang Qingyu happened to finish his practice, his breath stable as if he hadn’t exercised at all. He nodded upon hearing the question, his tone calm: "Yes, there’s sothing else I need to take care of inside."
His gaze swept over the three of them, pausing for a mont on Wei Banng’s indifferent face.
Wei Banng’s lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say sothing, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes.
She originally wanted to ask Fang Qingyu if he could guard her when she made her breakthrough.
After all, Fang Qingyu had just successfully taken that extrely dangerous step, and his experience was invaluable.
But upon hearing Fang Qingyu say he had matters to attend to, she swallowed her words back.
Lu Jiuyuan sheathed his blade, walked to the side, picked up a water bottle, and took a few gulps, speaking with a hint of emotion: "To think, the recent breakthroughs have been quite loud. Besides Jing Wuya’s ’Absolute Sword’ breaking through in the Valley of Silence, I’ve heard ’Profound Yin Finger’ Liu Hanyan in the ’Everfrost Tundra’ also induced a cold tide phenonon, successfully stepping into Grandmaster. And ’Immovable Ming King’ Shikong spent seven days sitting in that ’Bodhi Quiet Room’ and achieved Great Success with the Golden Body, illuminated by Buddha’s Radiance, also becoming one! Tsk tsk, the Hidden Dragon list’s top ten is bound for a complete reshuffle now."
Chu Kuanglan grinned, a touch of schadenfreude in his voice: "Hey, a reshuffle is great! The more excitent, the better! The quota battle will be really thrilling then! By the way, God Fang, how strong do you think those guys will be when the ti cos?"
Fang Qingyu listened to these familiar and unfamiliar nas, his expression calm.
These were truly top talents in the Hidden Dragon Plan, with deep backgrounds and abundant resources; breaking through to Grandmaster was naturally in the cards.
Just as he was about to speak, the heavy alloy door of the training ground suddenly slid open.
A young disciple dressed in the Dragon Abyss Pavilion’s standard gear quickly stepped in, his gaze accurately landing on Fang Qingyu, a deanor of respect mixed with a hint of unabashed awe: "God Fang, soone is waiting for you at your Bamboo Creek Courtyard."
Hearing this, a look of understanding briefly flickered in Fang Qingyu’s eyes. They’re here! Old Hong had ntioned that soone would co to help solve his identity issues.
"Alright, I understand, thank you." Fang Qingyu nodded to the disciple, then looked at the three: Wei Banng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan. "I’ll head back first."
"Alright, God Fang, you take care!" Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan quickly responded. Wei Banng also gave a slight nod: "Mm."
Fang Qingyu, with Jiang Wei who had been quietly sitting in the corner of the field holding a tablet, departed the bustling training ground, following the familiar bamboo path towards the Bamboo Creek Courtyard.
As he reached the gate, Fang Qingyu’s steps abruptly paused ever so slightly.
By the small stone table in the courtyard, facing away from the entrance, stood a dium-built man in gray casual clothing.
He appeared utterly ordinary, like a passing neighbor.
However, in Fang Qingyu’s eyes, the two words that floated above the man’s head—cold and glaring—resounded like a thunderclap!
[Apostle]!
Blood-red lettering, carrying a chilling pressure and sense of taboo!
A Tier Three Divine Cultist!
Fang Qingyu’s heart skipped a beat!
Despite having long suspected Old Hong’s unfathomable depth, he’d never imagined that the person Old Hong casually called to help with a minor issue would be a genuine [Apostle]!?
This confird his previous suspicions.
Old Hong Qitian was undoubtedly an existence surpassing even a Tier Three Martial Saint!
His energy and ans were beyond imagination!
As if sensing the gaze from behind, the middle-aged man slowly turned around.
His face was plain, eyes gentle, and even a touch of warmth graced his smile, forming a stark contrast to his title of [Apostle].
Had Fang Qingyu not been able to see the title, he might have indeed perceived him as just an ordinary middle-aged man.
"Fang Qingyu?"
The man spoke, his voice low and gentle, with a hint of magnetism.
Suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart, Fang Qingyu entered the courtyard with Jiang Wei, nodding in response: "Yes, that’s . Hello, and thank you for your trouble."
His deanor was neither servile nor overbearing, carrying the appropriate courtesy while maintaining the composed deanor of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
The middle-aged man smiled lightly, casually waving his hand: "It’s no trouble, just a small task." His gaze swept over Fang Qingyu, carrying a barely noticeable scrutiny. Upon landing on Jiang Wei, a subtle, nearly instinctual apprehension flashed deeply in his eyes but quickly vanished, returning his attention to Fang Qingyu: "I heard from the old man that you wish to completely alter your appearance and aura. Is your target that ’Erosion’?"
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